Discovered: An Eleven Year Old Poem
(well, March 27th, so, eleven year and three days)

Original Title: “to just relax and write”

To celebrate birthdays daily –
And new year’s monthly

To live the days being
Told and reminded that
It’s Monday or Friday,
Until finally and fully
Each and every day is
Appreciated for being
The living poetry

It’s supposed to be

It’s meant to be
A handful of snapshots
And some sweet spots
That could only be
Recalled, never captured

The touches of memory
and frost are cousins
The cost of love
And then
The dividend;
To celebrate
Even it’s loss

The final crossing
From love
To longing
To grasping
To dying and reawakening

Celebrate it all.